your midnight virginity
is a deranged thing of marvel,
your unkempt adolescence
Grazing your unimaginably porcelain skin
sends me floating on a cloudless sky
only my hands are bound,
keeping me from gripping your elongated limbs
of ivory smoothness and cobweb seduction.
You are the beastly dream in my mornings
a gush of thunderstorm in my summer sky
your splendor, the light in my coated lie
of a little ginger home
set under the beautiful darkened moon of forever.